Sweet and hazy air of summer dawn,
when nothing in the world can be wrong.
Birds singing of a salient mystery.
Mist rising in a silent symmetry.
Living peace envelops everything.
Newborn angels find that they have wings.
A harmony of love in living dreams
streams into the atmosphere we breathe.
Sweet and hazy, slow and lazy.
Love, and come to live infinity...
? Michaelette ?
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